Tails goes up to Rouge to help her.

Tails froze there in the sand, his eyes flicking back and forth between the towel where Cream and Vanilla were stretched out in the distance, and the impossibly sultry figure of Rouge just a few feet away. The sun gleamed off her slick golden brown skin, her breasts bouncing lightly with every teasing breath she took, her ass spilling off both sides of the towel as she rolled her hips lazily against it. He swallowed hard, his throat dry despite the drinks sweating cold in his hands.

His gaze dropped to those drinks. One for him, one for Cream, one for Vanilla. He had been so eager, running up to the boardwalk stand and buying them something sweet to cool off. He wanted to see Cream’s smile when he handed hers to her, and the way Vanilla’s eyes always lingered on him just a little longer than they should. She had teased him earlier, whispering things in his ear that no mother should ever say in front of her daughter, especially when her daughter was the one dating him. His cock twitched as he thought about them. He cursed under his breath, loyalties divided.

But then Rouge adjusted her thong again, pulling the straps higher, letting her golden cheeks jiggle and spread as she arched her back. Her wings fluttered once more, catching the sun, her tits spilling forward as she leaned on her elbows. She was glistening, moaning softly, licking her lips. The way she looked at him wasn’t casual. It wasn’t even just flirty. It was hungry.

He felt it immediately, his twin cocks were stirring, twitching, swelling under his sheath until the tips were poking free, betraying him. Both of them pulsed as if they had their own heartbeat, stiffening more each second his eyes lingered on her sweaty curves. He shifted his weight nervously, trying to hide it, but it was no use. His fluffy tails swishing nervously behind him with a mind of their own.

Nobody could resist her....

Slowly, reluctantly, his head dipped in a nod, ears flattening as he whispered. “O-okay… but I can’t be long. Cream and Vanilla are expecting me.”

Rouge smirked wide, her fangs flashing in the sun as she gave him a look that dripped with promise and danger all at once. Her voice was smooth, low, and sultry. “Don’t worry, foxxy… soon you won’t even be thinking about them at all~” Her hand patted the sand next to her towel, a lazy invitation, though the towel itself was barely holding her phat ass as it was. The edges curled under her wide hips and heavy thighs, the sheer bulk of her curves overflowing on every side. She knew exactly what she was doing.

Tails moved stiffly, ears burning hot red as he crouched down in the sand. He carefully set the drinks down, pushing them into the sand so they stood upright like little makeshift cupholders. He let out a nervous breath of relief, but before he could even stand up, Rouge’s hand shot out. Her claws clicked faintly against the plastic as she snagged one of the cups, tilting it back without a moment’s hesitation. The cold lemonade ran over her lips, trickling down her chin, dripping onto her cleavage. “H-hey!” Tails blurted, his tails flicking. “That was for-...”

“Thanks for the drink, cutie,” Rouge purred, her tongue sliding out to catch the drop of lemonade as it ran down between her breasts. She gave him a slutty wink. Then, without giving him another second to protest, she pressed the lotion bottle into his hands. The plastic was slick from the heat, still cool in contrast to the sweltering sun. Her voice dripped into his ears, heavy and thick like warm honey. “Now… get to work~”

The sound of it cut through the crash of the waves and the chatter of the beachgoers. He stared down at the bottle in his hands, dumbfounded, his heart hammering in his chest. The image of her smirk, the way her tits heaved with every breath, her plump ass squirming against the towel, it was too much. He felt his nose prickle, a thin trickle of blood starting to run from one nostril as he gazed at her body, overwhelmed by how impossibly sexy she was. Rouge licked her fangs, her wings fluttering again as she watched him. “Well, foxxy? Don’t keep me waiting.”

His trembling hands squeezed the bottle. Lotion oozed into his palm, slick and creamy. He looked at her body stretched out in front of him, every inch demanding attention. His eyes lingered on her back, the curve of her shoulders, her golden thighs, the sweat-slick swell of her tits, and that perfect phat ass gleaming in the sun.

His breath caught in his throat as he tried to decide where to start first...